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Friday, October 28, 2016

A New Kind of Prayer



This is how I pray
When Sunday is over
But Monday is a still not here
Just like dimensions you don't see
There are days and nights you cannot feel
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Those are illusive days
And the nights are even more hidden
Behind the curtains
Full of mystery, full of secrecy.
You got to be careful 
To catch them at the right moment
The right time
The right angle
Or they are gone forever
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They say Noah lived 950 years
Of course I don't believe it
But I also know it is true
Because almost 900 of those
Happened on those invisible years
When Sunday is gone
But Monday is not here
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On that Day
When the sun is not up
And neither down.
I face another dimension
I whisper:
Dear God
Do you think it is a good idea?
To listen to my prayers sometime?
If you think so
I have some favors to ask.
Can you write them down?
Never mind, you don’t forget of course.
So:
First of all.
Please forgive me
For not being a follower
Because quiet  often
People who claim to represent you
Or came from you
Done and do more harm
Than good in this world
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And that gentleman
Or whatever he is
That you created from fire
Or from Soy milk
I don’t know
His name is Satan
Or something like that.
I don’t know why he is here
And for what purpose.
Not to serve my needs for sure.
Do whatever you want with him
But please keep him away from me
Amen
Thank you for listening
I think that’s all for now

Kabuli
October 27, 2016
Seattle